The Lord of the Rings

In the Mines of Moria

FRODO: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

GANDALF: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All that we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.


On the boat in the Anduin river

SAM: I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise. ‘Don’t you leave him, Samwise Gamgee.’ And I don’t mean to. I don’t mean to.


In Lothlorien

ELROND: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen…there is nothing for you here, only death.


In Osgiliath, after the Nazgul nearly takes Frodo

FRODO: I can’t do this Sam…

SAM: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad has happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why, but I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding onto something.

FRODO: What are we holding onto, Sam?

SAM: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.


From the Book, The Return of the King

J.R.R. TOLKIEN: With a gasp Frodo cast himself on the ground. Sam sat by him. To his surprise he felt tired but lighter, and his head seemed clear again. No more debates disturbed his mind. He knew all the arguments of despair and would not listen to them. His will was set, and only death would break it. He felt no longer either desire or need of sleep, but rather of watchfulness. He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp.


In Minas Tirith, near a door that is about to break open

PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.

GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

PIPPIN: What, Gandalf, See what?

GANDALF, smiling: White shores and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.

GANDALF: No, no it isn’t.


At the Black Gate

GIMLI: Never thought I’d die fighting side-by-side with an elf.

LEGOLAS: What about side-by-side with a friend.

GIMLI: Aye, I could do that.


On the slope of Mount Doom

SAM: Do you remember The Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be Spring soon, and the orchards will be in blossom, and the birds will be nestin’ in the hazel thicket, and they’ll be sowin’ the summer barley in the lower fields, and eatin’ the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?

FRODO: No Sam. I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, or the touch of grass, I’m naked in the dark.. there’s.. there’s nothing.. no vail.. between me, and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes!

SAM: Then let us be rid of it, once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you! Come on!


Back in BagEnd

FRODO: How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand; there is no going back, there are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.


The Grey Havens

GANDALF: Farewell, my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our fellowship. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil. … It is time, Frodo.

SAM: What does he mean?

FRODO: We set out to save The Shire, Sam, and it has been saved..but not for me.

SAM: You don’t mean can’t leave.

FRODO, hands Sam the Red Book: The last pages are for you, Sam.

Frodo hugs Merry, then Pippin, and finally Sam, who he kisses on the forehead. He turns and walks towards Gandalf, who leads him onto the ship. Once on the ship, he turns and smiles back at his friends, and turns and walks away. The ship departs. Merry and Pippin begin to walk away, and Sam watches the ship leave.

Sam returns to the Shire, to his home, where he embraces his daughter and his wife

FRODO, voice over: My dear Sam, you cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one, and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.

SAM: Well, I’m back.


From the End of the Book, the Return of the King

J.R.R. TOLKIEN: And the ship went out into the High Sea on into the West, until at last on a night of rain, Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.


Wylie Burp to Fievel
"WYLIE BURP: Just remember, Fievel – one man’s sunset is another man’s dawn. I don’t know what’s out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder… head up, eyes steady, heart open… I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for."
-- Wylie Burp

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